I Don't Answer
(专辑: Rich Forever 3 - 2017)
[Jay Critch:] I
did the
most for the
bands, niggas can't tell me shit New ice and it dance, swimming like Phelps and shit She wanna fuck on my mans, I
might go sell ya bitch I
count my bread in advance, I
don't need help with it I
pour the
lean by the
ounce, never a
drought I'm still scoring like the
answer She call my phone what about, I'm in her mouth She too boring, I
don't answer I'm in the
club with an ounce, stand on the
couch Chain looking like the
dancers We get in, get it out, diamonds they shout Diamonds on me throw a
tantrum [Famous Dex:] Pour a
six in a
Fanta Fuck your lil bitch, give her gifts like I'm Santa I
got lil bitch, she a
dancer I
just might put her on camera Wait, fucking her mouth Matter fact kicking her out, can't stay in my house Run to that cheese like a
mouse Pounds they right in the
couch I
make the
money look easy She want a
bag, you cannot be greedy Look at my AP it's freezing Yeezys on, check the
season They tryna copy the
wave Too many chains like a
slave I
was broke, now I'm paid Popping two pills then I
geek on the
stage [Jay Critch:] I
did the
most for the
bands, niggas can't tell me shit New ice and it dance, swimming like Phelps and shit She wanna fuck on my mans, I
might go sell ya bitch I
count my bread in advance, I
don't need help with it I
pour the
lean by the
ounce, never a
drought I'm still scoring like the
answer She call my phone what about, I'm in her mouth She too boring, I
don't answer I'm in the
club with an ounce, stand on the
couch Chain looking like the
dancers We get in, get it out, diamonds they shout Diamonds on me throw a
tantrum [Rich The
Kid:] Diamonds on me throw a
tantrum Got the
Rari, park the
Phantom Paparazzi with the
cameras We keep flexing, they can't stand it Quarter mil stashed in the
couch, I'm in her mouth Fly the
birds down south The
brick is official, I
stamp it She wanna be, remember ride in the
Camry Money is close Born with a
hundred, I'm doing the
most I
gotta boast These rappers is fraud, really they broke We got a
MAC Audemar arm, Givenchy my tag We got the
cash Stuff fifty racks in the
paper bag [Jay Critch:] I
did the
most for the
bands, niggas can't tell me shit New ice and it dance, swimming like Phelps and shit She wanna fuck on my mans, I
might go sell ya bitch I
count my bread in advance, I
don't need help with it I
pour the
lean by the
ounce, never a
drought I'm still scoring like the
answer She call my phone what about, I'm in her mouth She too boring, I
don't answer I'm in the
club with an ounce, stand on the
couch Chain looking like the
dancers We get in, get it out, diamonds they shout Diamonds on me throw a
tantrum